#februarOC

[ghost-town-story]

Hello! I know it's only the beginning of January but that means it's the perfect time to start prepping for what is probably my favorite event

*drum roll please*

FebruarOC!

What the heck is FebruarOC?

Originally started by notllorstel for artists on Tumblr (original post can be found here), FebruarOC is a character challenge taking place in February. Each day corresponds to a letter A-Z, and the goal is to do something for a character whose name starts with that letter (like a character intro, snippet featuring them, drawing them, etc.). If you don't have a character for a certain day, time to make one up and/or name that character you've been procrastinating naming :) Days 27 and 28 (and 29, for a leap year) are free spaces for whatever shenanigans or characters you'd like.

I’ve been doing FebruarOC for a few years now, and I’d love to see more people get involved in it, especially it's kinda died off in artblr. Hence why I'm nudging writeblr to hopefully generate some interest.

So, I hope to see some of y'all come February!

[quinjao]

[masterfuldoodler]

G - Gigi

[beccadrawsstuff]

A(my)          B(3)

C(ascada)  D(ragonForce)  

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 17: Quin

This image was created with Picrew’s “[BAYDEWS' avatar maker!!] V2“!!  https://picrew.me/share?cd=XaLeZMqubv #Picrew #BAYDEWS_avatar_maker_V2

Quintheral Rattivan.

Fourth Galactic Imperial Prince, Sun of the Third House, and Holder of the Second Seal.

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Xochitl

OOOHHHHHH SUSHI MY BELOVED!!!!!! She is my character for our Werewolf game (which we're playing TOMORROW) it had been on hold for four solid years due to pandemic (we play (mostly) in person) and life/job stuff, but we finally got to start playing again on NYE! Nothing like sounding in the new year trying to remember a game you haven't played in four years ;;;; 

(It was fine I killed something in one hit) 

Xochitl is the 5'3" alpha of her pack and team dad (her beta, Rory, huge 6'something, is team mom). One of the first notes I made for her was that her fighting style is: (ง •̀_•́)ง !!! and a little bit of (*｀ω´)/――――― ●)´Дﾟ) I was nervous about picking up the role of alpha originally, but I made the choice after figuring that no one else would probably do it (and I was right lol) in the end, I'm really glad! I've had a lot of fun, and she's the right amount of impulsive (it is one of her flaws) to carry them forward, and I'm the right amount of "I can't stand awkward silences at the table" to keep conversations going. Whoops. 

She's from the Fiana tribe, though she's got a Hispanic name because of her father (Who was a Shadow Lord of Spaniard descent who left his tribe when he fell in love with Jael lmao), and she gets along most with her father who is also an Ahroun (meaning they're real good at fighting). Her mom had another child in a first... not marriage? I don't think they got married, but she had another child before she married Arturo and had Xochitl, but Xochitl never knew her sibling that well as they disappeared and presumed dead when she was still very young. 

And by presumed I mean they actually did die, but they're back now! Hah hah! And working for the Autumn King, which, you know, isn't a real thing, so totally normal and okay and nothing wrong here, amiright???? 

Well, We're going to find out tomorrow, because we're totally going to finally kill the autumn king and save Zeke's mom and ????? something Xochitl's sibling. 

the nickname Sushi comes from when the pack went to a bar and we met a group of Fae for the first time -- we were all being super paranoid about the Fae and you KNOW you're not supposed to give them your real name, except that Grace (the GM) said one of them was FC as Janelle Monae and I made some sort of involuntary sound and Grace asked "was that you or Xochitl?" and I went "(makes ionno sound)". But in her all her awkward grace, Xochitl introduces herself as 'Sushi'.

And then Ashanti (Janelle Monae) just won't stop rolling 10's when interacting with Xochitl and becomes instantly SMITTEN which now means that Xochitl is dating a really powerful fae lord of the winter court! And she's promised to bring back the head of the false king for her girlfriend! I'm so normal about them. 

AND! ONCE THEY GET BACK FROM AUTUMN! There's something in the sewers that has been encroaching upon Rat territory, and well it's not like Xochitl and Remy are a thing, but also, Xochitl has two hands and I wouldn't be mad if she and Remy flirt a little hehe BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, She's been keeping in touch with Remy (who is also team tattoo) about the goings on, and at the moment the ratkin have it under control, but Xochitl is gonna help investigate and deal with it later. 

Now, generally, the pack is an investigation agency called City's Eyes! through a few different series of events during their investigations, everyone did get a gold lightning-scar tattoo on their body (hence the Team Tattoo) -- this marked them all as chosen by these lost totems, and so one of our big quests was to go and save all these lost totems! Xochitl switched from Clashing Boom Boom to Quetzalcoatl as a result, which is like, her learning some responsibility and really taking ownership of being a leader and not just going about it as pell-mell as she had been. 

She has been one of my favorite characters to play, and even with our 4 year gap, the one that I've played the longest (we've been playing since like 2018). It's so easy to slip back into her! And even tho she no longer has her chaos twin that was Theane, she now has another Ahroun in Tali who is also more Mature(TM) than Theane was and I think that'll help keep Xochitl on the right track! Especially because right now she's distressed because her estranged "I thought you were dead but now you're working for someone who is legitimately insane and you're going mad but occasionally you remember who I am to you and try to warn me" sibling is there and she REALLY wants this king's head to give to Ashanti. She only just met Tali but insofar feels like she can rely on her! And of course, she can always rely on Rory and Theo to help protect the others. 

Now, forgive me, I have a lot of playlists and a lot of pinboards for her, so I'll end with all of those! I've also uploaded her character sheet and her profile for free to patreon (which includes her gifts and weapons). Please know that when I roll to hit, I'm rolling a minimum of 9 dice, and then if I hit, WOAH BUDDY. What a satisfying sound!! 

Pinboards: 

Xochitl's Board 

Xochitl and Ashanti's Board 

"We went to a fancy party and all I got was second place in a tournament and also this fancy pinboard of outfit inspo"

Playlists: 

Xochitl's character playlist 

Xochitl's "Workout" playlist 

Rowan's playlist (Xochitl's sibling) 

City's Eyes playlist 

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (ver1)

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (bodyguard AU edition)

I told you: normal. 

Wish us luck storming the castle and killing the false king of autumn!!! 

[wildjuniperjones]

FebruarOC 4: D is for Dove

I don't have a ton to say about Dove, as she's another character from The Delta that I just don't have a good grasp on anymore. She's the leader of the Wet, the same workgroup Baza is part of, and according to my notes she's a neuroscientist. She's the closest we get to having an antagonist in The Delta, and one of the few characters that we see both before and after the landing.

As a character, she's the most aloof and cold character I've written. She's this way on purpose (within the bounds of the narrative), in contrast to Magpie's blatantly emotional demeanor.

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

Fuck... I wanna do whatever "FebruarOC" is now... But the two problems I have are: one, I'm 4 days behind, and two, only a good portion (like 5 OCs) are well developed...

[wildjuniperjones]

Okay, getting started late, but definitely doing something for my blorbos. If not writing, then art. Or a playlist. Just...something.

List of OCs under the cut.

A is for Anya (Bonds of Trust), Anthony (Anarchy Ink), or Aleis (Untitled Fantasy)

B is for Baza (The Delta) or Bianca Fairchild (The Silver Hand)

C is for Christopher Singh (Another Lost Cause)

D is for Dove (The Delta)

E is for Emma (The Delta) or Esme (Untitled SF/F)

F is for ??

G is for Giacomo Faltsengraff (The Silver Hand or Amongst the Goblins & the Fishes)

H is for Harra (Bonds of Trust)

I is for Ilya (Untitled Fantasy Series)

J is for Joseph Parker (Anarchy Ink)

K is for Kestrel Dragonwagon (D&D character)

L is for Leo Ortiz (Bonds of Trust)

M is for Magpie (The Delta) or Mikkel (Untitled, Sci-Fi)

N is for ??

O is for Olnara Avenfeldt (D&D character)

P is for Parsa Nagari (Bonds of Trust)

R is for Rik Van Irin (Bonds of Trust), Roan Clearwater (Amongst the Goblins & the Fishes), or Rodrigo (Bonds of Trust)

S is for Sere Nagari (Bonds of Trust), Snow (Untitled Fantasy Series), or Sophia Navakas (Anarchy Ink)

T is for ??

U is for ??

V is for Vandon Nagari (Bonds of Trust) or Vincente (Bonds of Trust)

W is for William Clark (Another Lost Cause) or Wren (Amongst the Goblins & the Fishes)

X is for ??

Y is for ??

Z is for Zachary Poole (The Silver Hand or Amongst the Goblins & the Fishes)

I got a LOT to do...

FebruarOC

I’ve got a ton of OCs and my mate tells me I neglect most of them and I’m like ‘damn you’re right!’ but I love them all and always torn with who to work on. 

so want try something-

February got 28 days, English alphabet got 26 letters (or whichever alphabet you wanna use). Days 1 to 26 go A to Z and you draw your OC with the name that begins with that letter on that day. If you do not yet have an OC that starts with that letter, you create one >;3  (or that nameless OC you’ve had for awhile, all lonely with no name, finally it’s their chance to shine~).

Day 27 and 28 are free spots or for unusual names (like numbers or something else).

Just got to do something. Be digital, traditional or even a quick doodle (or for the writers, do a description or short story) but GOTTA DO SOMETHING!!

Hence FebruarOC~

[procyon-kiryu-heaven]

FebruarOC (TboI)

Chapter 2: B: Barnabas

Barnabas was looking at Judas. It wasn't the Judas he had known but a darker one.

He used a strange teleport attack that dealt damage to enemies and made him stronger. Barnabas was grateful for that, since in that strange ascent, where the rooms were repeated but the enemies were usually worse, all help was good.

What horrified Barnabas was not the darkness of the attack itself, which was worrying enough in his opinion, but the unhinged look in the eyes of this new Judas as he killed.

It was a deranged look, thirsty for blood. One that matched his red eyes perfectly.

Barnabas tightened his grip on the strange piece of red key. It had seemed on the way up, where Barnabas would have sworn that they had left petrified poop on the way down, and Judas had given it to him, saying, in a voice worthy of Satan:

-You're going to need it

Barnabas didn't know for what but a large part of him didn't want to find out.

Would that key change him too?

Would he fall too?

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

random thoughts

alright, today is the day everyone, we will be aiming to get ourselves back on track with all of things we actually wanted to do this year. hopefully we can at least get ourselves into doing what we need to and want.

main goal is FebruarOC, and a few other monthly things we're doing for February, so stay tuned, stick around, give your two cents or whatever else!

[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 13: Melody

(Combining with the ockissweek prompt "sunrise")

By the time dawn began to tint the sky in shades of pink and purple, the city had finally quieted, sleep claiming most of its inhabitants. Melody, unfortunately, couldn’t count herself among those lucky enough to catch a few hours of rest that night.

For most of the night, it had been the celebrations that kept her awake. It was only once Ashe had insisted they all go to bed that Melody found sleep evading her. Alone in the silence, the darkness pressed in on her until she felt like she was suffocating, until she had to flee or drown in her own thoughts.

The next few hours were spent wandering the quiet castle corridors until the impending dawn drove her to a secluded balcony where she could watch the sun rise.

Melody let out a long breath as she stared out over the horizon. Even now this didn’t feel quite real, as if she would wake up at any moment and find nothing but shadowed tents and bitter longing on her tongue.

She wondered if any of the others felt the same. She wondered if it would ever stop feeling like a too beautiful dream.

Behind her, the soft click of metal announced the door opening. Melody whirled around, her hand going to her sword that she still carried despite the apparent safety.

Finn held up his hands. “Just me.”

“Finn.” Melody breathed his name in relief, her hand falling from the hilt of her sword as she relaxed. “What are you doing awake at this hour?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Finn said as he crossed the balcony to join her at the railing. “I slept a little, but when I saw it was nearly dawn I thought I’d come out here. It’s been… a long time since I’ve seen the sun rise here. Since either of us have.”

“Over a decade,” Melody sighed.

“Yeah.” Finn studied her for a moment, then slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “By the way,” he murmured, “I heard you wandering around last night, after Ashe sent us to bed.”

“Sorry,” Melody apologized. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just… couldn’t stop thinking. And it was too dark in my room, so… I wandered. Until now.”

“Well then,” Finn said. “After the sun rises, you can come with me, and see if you can’t catch a few hours of sleep. After all, I’m sure nobody will begrudge us a late morning.”

“Nobody but Ashe,” Melody pointed out.

“Then Ashe will have to deal with me, if he wants to disturb you before you’re ready,” Finn said, sounding all too sure of himself.

Melody couldn’t help but laugh. “My brave knight.”

“Of course.” Finn paused for a moment, then he gently pressed a kiss to Melody’s hair. “Whatever it takes.”

The first of the sun’s rays crept over the horizon, and Melody felt something in her chest loosen. No matter if this was a dream, if she would wake up tomorrow and find herself back in Calcheth or anywhere else, Finn would be there with her. And so long as they were together, things would be okay.

[italiangothicwriteblr]

Heading to Behind the Name again to name Basilio’s mom!

(Character intro coming out today for day 2 of FebruarOC)

[masterfuldoodler]

A - Aithus

I'm late but let's do the February oc thing!

[beccadrawsstuff]

E(sther)  F(avsta)

G(en)     H(ana)

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 2: Baz

It's him again!

Baz looked over Ilia’s shoulder as his young devotee worked. The books. Again.

Ilia said something under his breath as he carefully wielded needle and cord to sew the signatures together. He wouldn’t recopy any of the old texts into this new one until he had the new tome assembled fully. 

“You’ll ruin your eyes more if you don’t watch the sun or the light levels in here.”

“Go away,” Ilia muttered. “I’m busy.”

“Some people are polite to their gods.”

“Other people didn’t expect a task to take so long or they would’ve done their offerings before starting it.”

So he was paying attention. Baz sank back into the shadows that had started collecting in the room as the sun sank closer to the horizon. He could wait a little longer then. But only a little. Ilia had been slacking as of late, and while much of that might have to do with the Wildling he was engaged to being in the palace, it still didn’t excuse him from following through on his end of their deal.

Using the shadows, Baz slipped out of the room through the window and slid along the wall to the garden below. The Wildling hadn’t been here for very long, but already the garden showed improvement. The trees had thrown out more leaf buds and the flowers were putting out new leaves and flower heads. He often heard the gardeners talking and even as recently as the afternoon they hadn’t figured out if they wanted to curse or praise the seemingly sudden change in fortunes that made the plants more lively.

Once he had assured himself no human was around, or the Wildling, he took his proper form. He didn’t need to breathe, but still he took a deep breath of the orange flower perfumed air. Harboured by the trees he could walk here on his own two feet without one of the other palace dwellers seeing him and screeching before running out to find one of the Chidorian Order to try and eradicate one spot of darkness from a place ruled by light. Or so they thought. He was always gone by then, sequestering himself in Ilia’s study to watch what played out afterwards.

It would be amusing to have that replay again. Especially when no one knew that they would be ruled by child of light soon enough. Not that anyone knew thats what she was. He’d heard most people remark that the Wildlings golden eyes were unusual, but gave few thoughts on why they were like that. Baz thought most people were simply relieved that Ilia was marrying anyone at all.

As amusing as it would be though, he didn’t feel like going through it again. It got a little tiring being himself. It’s why he’d disappeared so long ago until a much younger Ilia had shown up in the temple of the dead god he’d been resting in for the last century or so. The boy, now man, needed him more than Baz desired peace and quiet. Besides. Azaia would rip him apart if he let any of her people come to harm if he could thwart it at all. And he really didn’t want to deal with his sister yet. Especially when she was angry.

The scent of burning herbs interrupted his musing and Baz looked up to see smoke threading its why out into the night air from the study window. By the time he was up at the windowsill to drink in the smoke, he had shifted into a nebulous thing. 

Ilia lit the last of the dishes of herbs and used the long match to light the oil lamps arranged artfully on the offering table with the dishes. “You must have been close by.”

“In the garden,” Baz answered while eyeing the singular peacock feather in the vase that never left the centre of the table. That was more for Ilia and anyone who entered the study. Ilia liked pretty things to look at, and it often soothed others to think that an unknown god who had pretty things among their offerings couldn’t be much harm despite what the teachings of the Chidorian Order said.

“Have you noticed the gardens are doing better?”

“I have. Give it a year and you’ll see the damage from the blight being reversed.”

“And how long until its been eradicated?”

Baz moved to the next dish to drink in its smoke. “Hard to say. The blight has been here for years. It might take that long to get rid of it. Could be longer considering the extent and severity of the damage. But it could also be shorter. The Wildling is young and strong

With a nod of resigned understanding, Ilia looked out the window. “When are you going to call Pippa by her name?”

“When you’ve married her and I’ve met her properly.”

“Lets hope she doesn’t react badly to you then.”

Baz didn’t think she would. In fact, he’d be surprised if she hadn’t figured out that something was hanging around the palace, if not the man she was betrothed to. But he didn’t say anything. Let Ilia figure out how perceptive the Wildling was. It would at the very least provide more amusement than usual for himself.

Maybe after Ilia died he’d attach himself to another human. Or even stay with the family.

He’d forgotten how amusing humans could be.